The Emperor's Liver

Wed, 08/02/2006 — Fasteriskhead

Yeah, so me and the rest of the Secret Order are probably gonna go out for drinks later, you interested? There's actually a bar a few levels up from the flight deck, it's kind of shitty (never clean, all they play through the PA is the fucking classic rock station, and the only live acts are '70s-era cover bands on Fridays and Saturdays) but the beer is pretty cheap and usually it's not too crowded.

Well you know, none of us are going to get too sloshed, I think tomorrow we're supposed to take down some Tie Defender factory or something that Zaarin's got. I mean, you know, I actually fly better when I've got two in me. I think it has something to do with the G-forces. But the brass frowns on that kind of thing, so it's a no go.

Oh shit, I don't think I was supposed to tell you about the factory mission yet. Classified or whatever. Well, fuck it.

Anyways, I know Mark's gonna come along, Dave thinks he can probably make it... ummm, Rob said no, but he's kind of a dick anyways so who cares. Have you met Mark? He's in Gamma, really nice guy but kind of a bad drunk. He's pretty much always all like stumbling over to the girl officers and hitting them up, or doing some other damn thing. This one time he just yelled "I'M IN THE SECRET ORDER OF THE EMPEROR AND I HAVE A HUGE DICK" like five or six times, it was pretty funny. I mean, 90% of the time you hear someone else on the ship make a crack about the Order it's because of something Mark did when he was completely trashed.

...What? "Aren't we supposed to be secret?" I... I guess, sure. Why do you ask?


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